In truth, I was made to sing for kings and high lords. The riders do her honor. Alive, the Imp has value. She could hear the distant sound of swordplay, and the shivery wail of a man screaming in pain across the bailey.
Never Bran. You did all you could. But not of the Kingsguard, Ser Gerold pointed out. She began to sob.
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